4:23 PM |
Until you're broken, you won't know what you're made of.
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...Finals come tomorrow.
Okay, we did it once for heats.
It was terrifying, it was electrifying...but we did it.
(yeah, and I've the video for proof. Eat our backwash, yo!)
It was scary 'cuz at one point, I heard one of the rowers in one of the boats behind us scream, "C'mon, c'mon- don't you want to beat the NJ rowers?".
Naturally, that only spurred me on more; and Gill and I pulled our way to the finish line, huzzah.
And so it is.
And so finals come tomorrow, hello I hope I don't die.
... I don't really care about the placings any longer. Yeah sure, medals would be great.
But my race plan is just to pull as hard as I can, to keep breathing, to keep looking up, to keep holding on for everything I've been believing in; to cross that finishing line as one boat.
And come what may, honey.
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I am contemplating a new hairstyle.
Would Cara still be Cara without teh Cara fringe, I wonder.
I am also contemplating manymanymany things, but for now I'll put them aside.
The only thing worth contemplating right now is how to make sure the other boats eat backwash.